The ghost is here
Sitting on the sill
Looking over at me
As I clean the room
My housemates don’t see
The ghost is here
They do not believe
As I get that room clean
I try to explain but,
I look so deranged
The ghost is here
And I am disbelieved
I hired a clairvoyant
Who turned out to be a fake
But even the con could see
The ghost is here
The room is clean
My roommates hate me
The room is clean
And I believe no longer
The ghost is here
Beautiful take on the viator with the extra twist of a completing stanza at the end. It would have been a strong poem even without that last stanza, but its addition rounds it out well.